He is much stronger than I think I am. He is mischievous, outgoing, ready to soar
through the clouds, while I often feel
like the cloud itself.

“All the feelingsAre dead inside meAnd I want themTo be alive”

“You haven’t missed me for one fucking minute. You have never for one single sec…”

“That's okay," you told me. "I like them better when they're dried up. I'll keep…”

“I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.”